45(? WILD FLOWEBS OF OCTOBER. 



Tho* we rest from wand'ring, still 

 Their images return at will, 

 Like clouds along a stormy sky, 

 With pictures of sublimity. 



A truce to wand'ring yet we see 

 Snowdonia's wide immensity, 

 As resting, half the pleasure rises 

 Within the mind, and still surprizes ; 

 Cloudy crags and deep ravines, 

 Misty lakes, and mountain scenes, 

 To the memory fondly cling, 

 And still urge on to wandering ! 



Truce, ye tempters, while we rest 

 Within Dolbadran's castled crest, 

 Yet thinking on the flow'rs that rise 

 On Garnedd's black declivities, 

 While clouds the riven crags immerse, 

 And raving winds the clouds disperse j 

 But now within Llanberis valley 

 Rest we till to-morrow's sally. 



The morning sun again shall rouse 

 To scenes all meet for nature's vows, 

 To lakes within whose sanctity 

 O'ershadowing craggy mountains pry, 

 To roaring waterfalls, beside 

 Whose moistness ferns and mosses hide, 

 Diffusing golden brightness round, 

 And on to wild peaks vapour-bound. 



These are our joys smile ye that may, 

 Shrinking from Snowdon's vapours gray, 

 Clouds shall intrude upon your dream, 

 Life pour to you its troubled stream, 

 And rocks appear as dark as ours 

 While we look out among the Flowers ! 

 And purified in heart the while, 

 See bliss in every dark defile. 



